Thoughts slip away before I can think. I write them down with water for ink. The mind and the 'verse, they both interlink, Destruction, decay and death on the brink. - By Randall Evans.
The love I have for you…
I love to hold you with eyes closed, To tell you what you need to know: * If you couldn’t use your legs, I’d lend my legs to you. “Oh darling, I can’t feel my feet, are all your sweet words true?” As true as I, I’ll lift you high. All through the love I... Continue Reading →
Mind Control
Beware the path of instant dread, That easy stream inside your head. Red herrings swoop and plague your brain, "What could be? Is it me? Conclusions falling cold as rain. . Infant thoughts so soft and small, While waiting longer for a call. Clawing, scratching, desperate plea. "What to do? Not a clue!" Don't follow... Continue Reading →
Gateway
Unexpected memory of a corridor Voices roaring down the hall A birthday held when I was four - Not for me, for the jolly good fellow. An old man’s song if ever bellowed. On a night that feels both mad and mellow. - I mused a moment, child's mind, Who were his friends there by... Continue Reading →
Rain
It was a cold miserable morning. The weather’s ice cold winds melted into my bones, yet I hadn’t even left the house. The rain fell all night without any hint of a cozy undertone. The city was crowded with dreamless faces and deathly stares. The shelters were shoulder to shoulder with slow moving pedestrians that... Continue Reading →
Silence
A week of trekking through torrential rain has my energy depleted, but as I turn my eyes to the sky I see her. The oldest tree in existence. I fall to my knees beneath the terrifying branches that hang over me like the pain of time pressing on my chest. In my delirium I get... Continue Reading →
Tinder & the Death of Romance
We live in an age of superficial sexual pleasures. An age where we confuse consequence with cause. Instead of attraction being an organic combination, selection of a partner is now determined by one thing. Looks. The swirling pool of flesh bombards the retinas without any imagination required. Dating is a violent sport. Instead of being... Continue Reading →
Details
Curves that dance and sway and sing, That help us dream up anything. But, life is square for human beings, Build by those with sight unseeing.
Nightmare – The Tree
A dead tree alone in a dessert. Burnt, it’s branches claw at the sky. Slowly, the scene tilts. The sky now below, the dessert above. The tree hangs like a gothic chandelier.
Guest
My guest keeps saying the same thing, but I can’t here it’s voice. It whispers, “Remember.” My uninvited guest is the byproduct my life circumstances that I, clearly, couldn’t handle the way my brain wanted me to.
The Vile Mint 